A mother and son’s sexual relationship deepens.
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1
With long smooth strokes up and down, Lee massaged his rock hard cock with a fistful of baby oil and a mind full of vivid mental pictures. Slippery wet and gliding up and down, the exposed head fat and angry red with repetitive friction and building orgasmic pressure, it was no substitute for the real thing but it was close enough that he could close his eyes and let his imagination do the rest.
What it was to be young he was hard all if not most of the time lately, but working full-time took away such quality time. And the irony was that he could get all the sex he wanted. The real thing wasn’t far away at all. Just sometimes he couldn’t wait so long.
He needed release sometimes up to six times a day. There was no need to guess what side of the family he got his sex drive from.
Masturbating in the comfort of his bed, in the privacy of his own room, he could imagine in peace the thing he loved to do most, not that it helped him to keep the monster down, under wraps.
Thinking about her made him this way. Doing this to himself didn’t help. But he didn’t want help. He just wanted her.
But alone he could picture sexual acts that some people wouldn’t dare indulge in, and to a level of realism that betrayed the truth. He had done these things, like so few others, and loved doing them to the point of obsession; like any number of boys his age would binge Netflix or Xbox games.
His toes curled as each slippery stroke sent seething waves of pleasure from the tip of his penis and to the other end of every corresponding nerve. Blowing hard he bent his knees and lifted his hips off the bed, as though wrestling with the thick veiny monster in his hand.
But he was edging, trying to build up his stamina and work up his endurance, trying to see how far he could make an erection go. Sometimes he could fuck for close to two hours without coming and still go again after a little recovery time.
But working himself over like this, he got so hot that a splash of cold water afterwards might sizzle on the end of his cock. All he ever wanted was to be back inside the greatest pussy he’d ever had in his life-
His mother’s!
‘I can think of better uses for that, you know?’ she said softly from the doorway. Lee almost leapt out of his skin at the sound of her voice, full of amusement, and sinful temptation, and shameless mischief.
He turned to look her in the eyes, seething with the desire to plunge his red hot sword into her cooling waters, and caught the last words on her lips…
‘Come see me in my room if you fancy it,’ she offered with glassy eyes and a hungry stare, before turning around to leave, her hips waltzing seductively.
‘When did you get home?’ Lee asked.
Distantly she mumbled; ‘Long enough to skip the foreplay.’ She laughed to herself, and was naked and spread-eagled on the bed before he laid eyes on her again, toying with her wet pussy. And she was so sensitive down there, so hot to the touch, that her hips bucked involuntarily at the sensation.
2
They kept up the pretence that all was as it had been in family life, though their relationship was now irreversibly changed. They liked the change. They liked what they had now, seeing each other’s humanity unconditionally, their sexuality that one latent vulnerability a man and a woman couldn’t always share for fear of being taken advantage of in other ways.
There was a sexual thrill beyond what ordinary people knew, to a mother and son discovering each other’s sexual weaknesses, and what turned their encounters from often awkward beginnings and nervous fumblings to passionate and pornographic fuck-sessions.
One moment life went on as it had as far as memory served but just the two of them, the way they liked it and then all it took was a certain glance, a suggestive hint, or even the slightest bit of body language and the game of seduction would begin.
Summer was rolling on now, a few months after it all began. The rainy season was inching in, but every sunny day was still hot enough that the garden hose came out most evenings.
One such day Stevie was watering the garden after an afternoon bathing in the sun. She had on her favourite bikini Lee’s too, the frilly black one she had teased him out of his mind with and was traipsing around the lawn barefoot, thinking she was alone.
Six inches was all it took…
The perfect spank, loud, hard, and stinging, had her leaping and yelping, before she pirouetted to see her son grinning cockily, lunging for her. ‘I’ll do that,’ he said, snatching the garden hose, only to turn the nozzle on his mother and give her a thorough drenching.
She waited for Lee in the kitchen shortly after, with a tray of ice cubes, pouring them down the back of his shorts when he unwittingly bent over into the open fridge in search of orange juice.
He chased her, they ended up wrestling on the stairs, laughing, and then spilling onto the landing, before fighting their way into her bedroom.
Clamped together, a mess of struggling limbs, damp and breathing heavily, he noticed that her nipples were hard and poking through the thin black bikini material. And Stevie, observing that her son was as hard for her as he was the day this very same thing happened on the lawn, asked again;
‘Need to get up?’
Her legs were wrapped around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back. And Lee, grinning mischievously, looked her straight in the eyes and replied;
‘I’m already up!’
That was all it took. He stripped out of his shorts and pulled the crotch of her bottoms to one side, and slid long and deep inside her. And she was so wet and warm, snug and inviting, that every time they had sex, neither wanted it to end.
It was the third time they’d had sex that day since morning. Arousal was at a constant high between them, to the extent that Lee couldn’t stop touching himself, needing to be back inside his mother again.
Stevie didn’t even need that. Just putting one foot in front of the other caused the gusset of her thong to rub her throbbing clit. And honestly her sex life had never been so deliciously exciting and satisfying.
3
And some men had trophy girlfriends and some go on to trophy wives. Blonde, tattooed, big-titted and highly-sexed, Stevie was her son’s trophy mother. For her there was currently no need to jump back onto the playing field and screw around with the type of mind-fuckers she seemed to attract.
As wrong as it was supposed to be to feel morally and principally, he was the perfect lover. Why go out for a dirty burger when you can stay home and have steak?
Why indeed he wasn’t the type to fuck with her mind. That was the last thing he could want for her. His mother, who would never abandon him again for some narcissistic prick ego, just needed the physical love and she would never need to put herself in danger of attracting such types again.
Eventually, most likely she thought, this new side to their relationship would die down, and Lee would need to seek it elsewhere. When that happened, Stevie would be happy to embrace her age and grow old. But that was a faraway time and place.
And as much as she wanted Lee to go enjoy his youth and meet a nice girl, the full-time job at the warehouse was a start, and until that girl came along, she was living out her deepest fantasy, with his consent, and with the full understanding that it was all just a bit of fun.
But it was more than that, at least in a deep-down residing reality. Not only was Lee the man of the house, he was her man, and nobody else was near his league.
If she wasn’t careful, if she became too hypnotised by the biological tick-tock-tick-tock inside to honour the laws of reality…
Well she couldn’t let that happen. It would ruin the fantasy. It would bear consequences for which her only child would have to take responsibility, and that wouldn’t be fair.
Little did she know that the danger she felt compelled to hide away, rather than to address, had become part of her son’s routine whenever they gave into their urges and indulged in their heated sex sessions. He just kept it to himself.
4
‘Hey mum,’ Lee greeted warmly, passing through into the kitchen like a warm breeze. On the way past his smiling lips caught hers, and his hand caught one tightly denim clad hip and lingered a little.
Thirst called. The day was warm, to say the least, and travel from work was hectic, the trains packed like sardine tins, but sticky and uncomfortably hot. Beads of sweat dotted his smooth forehead and his mouth was hot and dry to hers.
‘How was work?’
‘Busy,’ he said cautiously. He needed a moment to recover. ‘I didn’t stop all day. I’m knackered!’
‘Well then get a cold drink and get out of your clothes,’ Stevie suggested, leaving space between them as she followed. ‘Cool off…’
‘I will if you will,’ he smirked before chugging from the juice bottle he’d retrieved from the fridge, though then there’s be no cooling off at all if that happened.
‘And how’s the office?’ It was his turn to ask. He didn’t want to talk about the petty stresses of picking and packing at the Amazon warehouse in holiday time. ‘The postman still drooling after you?’
‘He finally found someone,’ Stevie said, almost a little too excited about the matter. ‘We’re giving it two weeks, but she looks a little slow so maybe there’s hope she’s right for him.’
You get me all to yourself, she wanted to add.
Her body language might have said it for her. Lee seemed to stare a while before a knowing grin flashed across his face and exposed his brilliant young pearly smile. Half an hour later he had that handful of baby oil, working out the kinks and thinking about her in ways that wouldn’t fail to make her blush.
The bedroom door was wide open again. She could see everything. She’d just come upstairs to dress down into something airy and to get out of her boots. Now barefoot on the laminate flooring, he couldn’t hear her footsteps over his own laboured breaths.
Stevie was suddenly feeling lightheaded with lust, just thinking about the orgasms that boy gave her with his big beautiful cock, and that youthful stamina he brought to the bedroom. For every stroke his hand made, audibly slick and slippery just like the way he ploughed her pussy, she thought exactly about that, and that left her shaking and breathless just like that fateful first day she walked in on him masturbating.
Jesus, it wasn’t right what he was doing to her sex drive. She wanted it day and night now!